Therapy Bits

My thanks to Di for hosting the 3TC challenge! This time she gave us the words strain, struggle, and heave. Here is what I came up with.

Three Things Challenge #MM42 | pensitivity101

A shadow moves where light once lay,
A hush that steals the words away.
Each breath a task, a weighted chain,
A silent, ever-tightening strain.

It creeps like mist through open doors,
Unseen, yet shaking all the floors.
A struggle just to stand and smile,
To walk a calm and steady mile.

Thoughts tumble like a restless tide,
No shelter found, no place to hide.
The heart drums wild, a fearful beat,
With trembling hands and leaden feet.

You wrestle with a nameless fear,
That whispers truths you hate to hear.
It tells you all is bound to fall,
And paints a storm on every wall.

But still you rise, though bruised, not broken,
Though every breath remains unspoken.
For in this quiet, daily war,
Survival means becoming more.

So wear your scars with quiet grace,
There’s courage in this fragile face.
Though strain and struggle cloud your view,
There’s power in just pulling through.